Summary:

Scott doesn’t often get stopped in his tracks by guys he sees. He doesn’t really ever get that birds-dancing-round-his-head, sweet-chorus-of-angels, crepuscular-rays-alighting-on-the-earth knockabout, or hasn’t really since Mike Johansson transferred into St Thomas in senior year of high school and he had, for the first time in his life, fallen in love. Unrequited, but still. That was fifteen years ago. He’s been in love since then, but he hasn’t been blindsided in a while. He’d forgotten how it feels.